Twilight Years Poems - Poems about Twilight Years

In my twilight years I have grown silver, weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts. It reminds me of the first time I saw a star beneath the first aurora hint of a bran new dawn; All the firsts of my life have been sifted like panned up gold between my fingers Sieved through, held...

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When you reach your twilight years, It is important to keep an active mind, Do everything possible to minimize fears Leave resentments and regrets far behind, Try not to dwell on all your pet peeves, But seek out the positives in your life Stand firmly for your cherished beliefs, Avoid headaches from pettiness and strife. Keep in mind you’ve only your life to...

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Held fast by poetry and Beaudelaire in a pencil skirt worn on Sunday rare she enrolls and returns to school again hoping for a chance of way back when with solemn vow she pivots towards light it shines like umpteen candles in the night ...

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Can we talk about love in the twilight years Ain't not no expert I must confess But the older I get, find myself ogling young ladies Might even think this old guy's obsessed Not at all my friends, I can take 'em or leave 'em Now what the hell am I saying Prettying up the landscape more than us guys Hope there's...

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Twilight Years ( Ameri Sonnet) Being guided the right way When I am failing to cope Enriching life day by day Hearing whispers, words of hope. Thanking the Lord for His love For the blessed guiding light Turning all my thoughts above When there seems no end insight. But with faith I always find Brighter days within my life And the gift of peace and mind It helps...

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Childhood- remembered,seen as yesterday pictures without perspective,through a lens close-up....

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Passion Dwindles away, Togerherness kindles Around fidelity's spoken Promise....

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With vision diffuse and fragile frame, These, the twilight years commence, Yet arms to hold each other close Seem no less fierce, less intense. What smacked of callow rapidity, The rush of youth and virgin bud, Is mellowed, matured throughout the span Of decades steeping in the...

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